Shopping list
(dictated to me by Van)
2 mangos
some toys
a christmas tree for christmas
an orange airplane
a new car
a new house
***
Driving to the store
Van: "Mama, are thinking what I am thinking?"
Me: "I don't know, what are you thinking?"
Van: "Mooooom, you're not supposed to say that"
Me: "Oh"
Van: "Mama, are thinking what I am thinking?"
Me: "Yes, let's go!"
Van: "I think we are already here"
***
Van getting the mail yesterday
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Stories - the mouse story
Van really enjoys stories. He enjoys being read to, but he also constantly asks me to tell him stories.
Once I offered to read him a book instead, he said, "No, no, tell me a story from your mouth"
If you've ever tried to make up stories 24-7, you'll find it's really hard. Especially while concentrating on other things like driving. So they're not great stories, but I thought I'd record one here, because they are hilarious and it is a really fun thing to do with him. He often adds plot twists and usually puts himself in the story, "and then I came along, right?"
The mouse story
"Once upon a time there was a small grey mouse. He had a small quiet squeak and a long grey tail. He was very small and very grey.
One day, he decided to climb a road sign, much like that one there, (this story was created while driving home from Palmer) and he jumped off the sign with his parachute. Oh by the way, this mouse had a small parachute on his back.
Anyway he jumped off the sign and sailed lightly to the ground. it was so much fun, he decided he wanted to jump off something bigger. So he climbed up an overpass, much like that one up there, and jumped off the edge, weeeeee, gliding to the ground… until SUDDENLY he landed on top of a car and his parachute got stuck!
So now he's racing faster than he's ever gone before stuck to the top of a car! He's seeing all sorts of things he's never seen before because he usually just stayed in one place before, but now he's driving for miles and miles.
It was actually pretty fun, the wind in his hair and all.
But there was a very small rip in his parachute.
And as he rode along,
the rip got bigger.
And little by little,
it kept getting bigger,
and bigger
and BIGGER.
SUDDENLY THE TEAR GOT SO BIG THE PARACHUTE RIPPED IN HALF AND THE MOUSE WAS THROWN FROM THE CAR!
The mouse went careening down the highway and landed on the side of the road with only 1/2 of his parachute.
"and then I came along, right?"
Right, then Van Karns Angel comes along on his bike and scoops up the mouse. He puts him on his shoulder and they follow that car. They finally catch up to the car and Van reaches out his long arm to try and grab the parachute, he reaches but he misses and almost falls. Then he reaches his long arm out again and this time he grabs it!
They pull over to the side of the road and Van pulls out a needle and thread and fixes the mouses parachute. Then they hop on the bike again and drive really fast down the road."
The End
Other recent stories
- The princess story
- The mud pit story
- The sea monster story
- The coyote story
Then of course there are hundreds of dinosaur stories
Once I offered to read him a book instead, he said, "No, no, tell me a story from your mouth"
If you've ever tried to make up stories 24-7, you'll find it's really hard. Especially while concentrating on other things like driving. So they're not great stories, but I thought I'd record one here, because they are hilarious and it is a really fun thing to do with him. He often adds plot twists and usually puts himself in the story, "and then I came along, right?"
The mouse story
"Once upon a time there was a small grey mouse. He had a small quiet squeak and a long grey tail. He was very small and very grey.
One day, he decided to climb a road sign, much like that one there, (this story was created while driving home from Palmer) and he jumped off the sign with his parachute. Oh by the way, this mouse had a small parachute on his back.
Anyway he jumped off the sign and sailed lightly to the ground. it was so much fun, he decided he wanted to jump off something bigger. So he climbed up an overpass, much like that one up there, and jumped off the edge, weeeeee, gliding to the ground… until SUDDENLY he landed on top of a car and his parachute got stuck!
So now he's racing faster than he's ever gone before stuck to the top of a car! He's seeing all sorts of things he's never seen before because he usually just stayed in one place before, but now he's driving for miles and miles.
It was actually pretty fun, the wind in his hair and all.
But there was a very small rip in his parachute.
And as he rode along,
the rip got bigger.
And little by little,
it kept getting bigger,
and bigger
and BIGGER.
SUDDENLY THE TEAR GOT SO BIG THE PARACHUTE RIPPED IN HALF AND THE MOUSE WAS THROWN FROM THE CAR!
The mouse went careening down the highway and landed on the side of the road with only 1/2 of his parachute.
"and then I came along, right?"
Right, then Van Karns Angel comes along on his bike and scoops up the mouse. He puts him on his shoulder and they follow that car. They finally catch up to the car and Van reaches out his long arm to try and grab the parachute, he reaches but he misses and almost falls. Then he reaches his long arm out again and this time he grabs it!
They pull over to the side of the road and Van pulls out a needle and thread and fixes the mouses parachute. Then they hop on the bike again and drive really fast down the road."
The End
Other recent stories
- The princess story
- The mud pit story
- The sea monster story
- The coyote story
Then of course there are hundreds of dinosaur stories
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Grandma and grandpa's house
Van and I go up to grandma and grandpa's house a lot. It is pretty much Van's favorite place, tied with Aunty Svea's house.
Once Svea and Peter finish building their house next door to mom and dads he'll never want to come home again.
reading books
doing puzzles
having a picnic
Riding a tractor! Seriously, life doesn't get much better.
There may be few weeks where mom watches baby Esther while Van goes to daycare. We're going to have to lie to him and tell him baby Esther is staying home by herself or something so he doesn't die of jealousy.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
5/14/13
Esther pics!
Again she's wearing an outfit that was mine
Again she's wearing an outfit that was mine
"what was that you said?"
cute and contemplative
Monday, May 13, 2013
Reindeer farm
So we went to the Williams Reindeer farm in Palmer today.
The weather looked like this
The black dot is a baby reindeer that was born that morning! That is the exhausted mom on the right.
The weather looked like this
So we were the only ones there.
First we met Denali the moose. You were aloud to pet him but Van was a little skeptical.
Next, to the reindeer
Van had fun feeding and petting all the reindeer.
Pretending he has more food so they will come closer.
Running off to join the reindeer herd.
The babies in these pictures are 3-4 weeks old.
Van alsogot to hold baby bunnies and pet baby chicks in the farm.
Just to show that Esther was there too.
Then to finish off the trip we drove into Palmer and got ice cream cones at McDonalds.
Hygiene with Van
Van's face is covered in spaghetti.
Me: "Ok Van, you need to wash your face before we go to the reindeer farm"
Van licks his hands and rubs them on this face. Pleased with his results (even though he can't see them) he says,
"Look mom, look. It's not soap, it's just…this." he opens his mouth and points to his tongue.
Me: "That's called saliva."
Van: "Why? Why is it called alive-a"
If anyone has an answer to this let me know. I've already used 'just because' and 'that's just what it's called'
Me: "Ok Van, you need to wash your face before we go to the reindeer farm"
Van licks his hands and rubs them on this face. Pleased with his results (even though he can't see them) he says,
"Look mom, look. It's not soap, it's just…this." he opens his mouth and points to his tongue.
Me: "That's called saliva."
Van: "Why? Why is it called alive-a"
If anyone has an answer to this let me know. I've already used 'just because' and 'that's just what it's called'
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